As the silence passed, everyone gradually dispersed, but the anger held in the heart was like a burning flame, getting stronger and stronger...

The immortal capital in the distance still exudes a soft starlight, as if it is eternal, and the people on it who are familiar to Wang Mo are still immersed in their respective heaven and earth, they don't know what happens here.

A statue of Baizhang was erected in the city of King Mo, the appearance was cold, obviously Wang Mo, He Yu and others occasionally sat next to the statue, drinking wine, reminiscing about the past...

A few days later, a grim-looking young man stood silently under the statue, knelt down slowly, kowtowed, tears flowing down the corners of his eyes.

"Master, Zhige will be under the watchful eye of everyone. At the peak of your life, you will say that you are your disciple!!"

"Master, Bai Yue will definitely not let you down..."

A few days later, a dignified and beautiful woman, with blurred teary eyes, gently touched the statue mountain, tears in her eyes flowed down her cheeks and dripped on the ground.

"Uncle Renhuang, say you're dead... I don't believe it... I'll wait for you to come back..."

A few days later, a man was smiling in front of the statue, and he was laughing and laughing, and tears were streaming down his eyes, and he was holding two jugs of wine, as if he wanted to get drunk with the statue.

"You're not going to die... But I'm leaving... Since then, there has been no more car sailing in the world... Some... It's just that the disciple of the Liberation Sect who was persuaded by you to go down the mountain back then..."

A few days later, a beautiful woman stood in front of the statue, this station, for a long time, for a long time, she looked at the statue in a daze, until the sun rose and sunset, the sun set and the sunrise, several cycles, silently left, two tears fell when she turned to leave, fell to the ground, broken.

She is the Snow Girl Jiaxuan.

Days later, months later... Forgetting the process of passing, like the time in the void, there is no end, and there is no end, there is only two broken bodies.

Here, there is a pitch-black nothingness, there is no living soul, there is no everything, the existence of dead silence, eternal, in this nothingness, there is a dim blood, the blood color reveals the golden light, shrouded in a circle of light, in that circle, Wang Mo's body collapsed on a large scale, and there were scars everywhere.

Next to him, the madman's eyes were closed, his face was like paper ashes, and there was no injury on his body, but between his eyebrows, there was a cloud of colorful light, which was transformed by a spear, and it could not hurt the immortal body of the madman, but it could hurt his soul that had no protection after being severely injured back then...

This blood-colored circle of light was transformed by the drop of golden blood that Wang Mo was holding in his hand before, softly enveloping the two of them, Wang Mo struggled to open his eyes, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he understood that his awakening was only for a moment.

In the bitterness, Wang Mo saw the unconscious madman beside him, his eyes showed softness, and in a light sigh, he reluctantly raised his right hand, and waved it several times in front of him, only then did he open a storage crack.

The three magic fruits flew out, and when he sucked them, the three magic fruits shrunk, and finally turned into three rays of light, with the huge unimaginable mixed immortal thoughts, and merged into Wang Mo's mouth.

Wang Mo's eyes revealed the last supreme glow of his life, he raised his index finger tiredly, grabbed the madman with his left hand, and seemed to be connected with the other party, the index finger was at the center of his eyebrows, and fell gently.

"Nan Ke...", he used his last trace of power at the moment, turned into an immortal thought, and exerted his third self-created supernatural power in his life, Nan Ke.

With the art of Nanke, he fell on his own body and dreamed back for a thousand years... In that dream, go and let his life and death, yin and yang, and the three fundamentals of reality and void and reality be completely completed!

His right hand hung down weakly, and Wang Mo closed his eyes...

"This son, wake up, wake up..."

"Alas, why are you drunk like this, my inn is going to be proofed, you wake up..."Next to the official road, in a simple inn, the guy in a green cloth coat was very helpless to push and climb on the table, a drunk young man.

"This is really a scholar, and he is so drunk after two drinks. The guy gave him a hard push.

The young man's drunken eyes were hazy, he looked up at the guy, and smirked: "Hehe, let me tell you, I just had a dream... I dreamed that I had become an immortal...", the young man said, and his body fell directly to the ground, and he fell asleep.

The morning sun is softly sprinkled on the earth, the sky is clear, wisps of cirrus clouds like feathers, spread out on the canopy, by the sun, at the beginning of the day, faintly revealed the orange-red light, from a distance, a dreamlike color.

The sound of barking dogs and the smoke that curled into the air wafted out from the inn next to the official road, blending into the world, making this beautiful picture faintly contaminated with the breath of mortal dust, but it would not make people feel abrupt, as it should be.

A few local dogs raised by the store were playing with each other, running around the official road, their tails swaying with their bodies, looking like they were facing the dynasty of the earth's creatures.

But after a while, the sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground came from a distance, but I saw a piece of dust at the end of the official road lifted, turned into dust and mist, and in the flying dust, several horses galloped, and on the back of the horses sat several big men in brocade robes, all with serious expressions, and roared away.

As they approached, the dogs on the official road let out a whimper, and avoided both sides one after another, so that the horses were far away from the wind.

Xu is the sound of the horse's hooves is too urgent, and when it passes in front of the inn, the ground trembles, and it makes the inn next to the official road seem to tremble faintly with the ground.

This inn is very simple, as if it has gone through a long time, trembling everywhere, making bursts of creaking sounds that seem unbearable, under this sound, there is an exclamation from the guest room on the second floor in the inn.

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, the old man's store has been here for hundreds of years, and every time the horse rushes over, it will be like this, and it can't collapse. An old voice echoed in the inn, but in the corner of the hall sat an old man in a coarse cloth shirt, who had a cigarette gun in his hand, and after taking a puff, he said leisurely.

Opposite him, the young man from last night, pouted, put a towel on his shoulder, carried a boiling kettle, and staggered upstairs to bring hot water to the guests in each room.

At this time, in the last room on the right side of the second floor, there was a young man in kimono lying on the bed of the house, and the whole room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

In the sound of horses' hooves whistling past and the room trembling slightly, the young man slowly opened his sparse eyes, got up, pinched his forehead with his right hand, and looked around blankly.

"Alas, greedy cups, greedy cups... Why did you drink so much wine..."The young man looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slender body, an ordinary appearance, and a bookish air.

He smiled bitterly at the moment, his head hurt, he leaned on the bed wall on the side, staggered to the table in dizziness, poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it, and then he felt slightly better.

"It seems that in the future, you must remember, don't get drunk, you were almost unconscious last night, if you meet a bad person, you lose your money, if you lose your life..."The young man sighed and drank a few cups of herbal tea again.

At that moment, there was a knock outside the door, followed by the man's voice.

"Hot water, do you want it. ”

The young man hurriedly got up, Xu was so violent that his head became dizzy again, and he barely spoke.

"Come in. ”

The door creaked open, and the man walked in with the kettle, and after filling the basin with hot water, he looked back at the young man and laughed.

"I've been a guy here for three years, and I've never seen anyone drink my rice wine, two glasses of drunk like this, no matter how I pushed you last night, or I carried you here to rest, the son can't drink well, but you have to practice more, I heard that the officials in the capital, each one is a thousand cups. ”

The young man's face was slightly red, his eyes showed gratitude, he got up and hugged his fist at the guy, and said with a smile: "Thank you little brother for taking care of me, Wang Mou somehow felt okay when he drank the first cup, but when the second cup entered his stomach, he fell drunk there." ”

The guy grinned, carried the kettle before leaving, looked at the young man with a playful look and said: "You are a scholar who went to the county to catch the exam, last night he pulled me and kept saying that you had a dream, and you became an immortal in the dream, haha, what you said is also interesting, talk to me again when you have time, it's fun." ”

As he spoke, the young man walked out with a good-natured laugh, and the young man's face was flushed, and he shook his head with a wry smile, and after the fellow had left, he went to the basin and washed his face with hot water, washing away a lot of the drunkenness of last night.

Pushing open the window of the guest room, along with the bright sunshine, there was a cool wind, which blew on his face, which was very comfortable, and made the young man let out a long breath.

"After I got drunk last night, I really had a dream, this dream was very strange, and I didn't forget it at all when I woke up..."

"The dream was so real that it was almost indistinguishable... It was actually me who suddenly went from a place called Earth to a place called Xiandu, and I joined the Yiyuan Sect... Hehe, it's also interesting, but this dream doesn't seem to be finished, I just remember to join the Yiyuan Sect, and the rest is gone... One Yuan Zong... In this heaven and earth, how can there be such a sect, and where do the immortals come from, the scholars of my generation, do not believe in the power of ghosts and gods, most of them are just rumors to fool the people. The young man shook his head, turned to look at the teacup on the table behind him, and suddenly became a boy, raised his right hand, pinched out the seal according to the way he remembered, and pointed to the teacup.

"Manipulation!" the young man laughed and pointed away.

The teacup remained motionless and calmly rested there, and the young man laughed again and said to himself, "These spells are very interesting. ”

After playing, the young man put away his thoughts, sorted out his luggage, silver taels, dry food, clothes, and pen and ink books, and then carefully cleaned the room, and after the wine in the house was blown away, he changed into a clean shirt, and then put the bamboo bookcase on his back and walked out of the room!!